The fugitive pigment
.
Tossed and turned
by Turner’s sea,
I dream I am the rise
and fall of waves
that hold you in
eternity; while you,
in my arms, asleep,
dream you are
the oil in Titian’s
Orpheus and Eurydice.
.
Tossed and turned
by Turner’s sea,
I dream I am the rise
and fall of waves
that hold you in
eternity; while you,
in my arms, asleep,
dream you are
the oil in Titian’s
Orpheus and Eurydice.
